Fu Canglu

Chapter 321
Daji Mountains.

At the foot of the mountain, the heavy iron gate of Liangjia City closed slowly, like a monster closing its jaws before going to sleep, but before the giant gate bitten it to death, a young Confucian general in blue armor led his horse out.

He has a handsome face, with a refreshing and bookish aura between his brows and eyes, but there is no trace of cultivation in his body.

Jiang Qingyi hung a military amulet on his waist, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the locked gate of Liangjia City behind him.

This Confucian scholar, who was wearing armor for the first time in his life, looked not so calm at the moment.

There is such a trace of complexity, with a little hesitation and a little confusion.

But when the horse came to the foot of the Daji Mountains, the man on the horse straightened his back suddenly, and all those complex emotions were swept away.

Now night falls.

In the pitch-black mountain range, the light as cool as the moonlight is like a pool of clear water, reflecting and passing on the armor, wandering endlessly.

In the dark night, there was a blackness.

The black armor spread like a crescent moon behind Qing Jiaru's back, straightening it out.

Jiang Qingyi's soldier talisman shined brilliantly.

The Daji Mountains were dead silent.

His eyes fell on the front.

The eyes of the two thousand black armors behind them also fell in front of them.

The brighter the light on the soldier talisman, the closer the two of them were to him.

Jiang Qingyi took a deep breath, and then let it out gently.

Spit like this three times.

The upsurge of heart turned into calm.

He has been studying behind Yuan Sizhi for more than a year. He has learned the art of war and strategy, and he has taken the lead in changing formations. Whether it is learning ability or comprehension ability, Yuan Sizhi, who is extremely picky about employing and teaching others, has not picked out any faults in himself.

Jiang Qingyi thought about what he looked like when he led the battle.

But Jiang Qingyi didn't think about it, the first time he led the battle, Yuan Sizhi gave him the most elite sixteen-character battalion in Xiguan.

He never thought that the Hei Jia of the Sixteen Character Battalion could achieve such a high level of quality.

Not one of the 2000 people made a sound.

On such a large mountain range, in the dark night, except for the sound of birds and beasts running rampant, you can really hear a needle drop.

It was also because of the silence that Jiang Qingyi could hear the sound from the other side of the mountains.

First, like a hurricane passing through, the ancient trees on the other side of the mountains shook.

Then stop suddenly.

So there was a long period of silence.

It was as if the running giant suddenly stopped, and instead stood still, and began to meditate.

Jiang Qingyi knew that those two people had already discovered the two thousand black armors who had been waiting for a long time in the Daji Mountains.

But they have nowhere to go.

Looking back, it was Yuan Sizhi's Xiguan urn.

There is no way out, so what?
Jiang Qingyi slowly raised his right hand and made a fist in mid-air.

He stared at the undulating lines of the distant mountains.

It was night there.

Someone came out in the dark.

It wasn't a deliberate appearance for a long time, but Shi Shiran walked out under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Nor is it a step-by-step, murderous appearance.

The steps are calm and indifferent.

Heipao and Commoner stepped out from the horizon.

The two walked side by side, separated by a knife and a sword.

Yi Xiaoping raised his sword, Xiao Buying raised his saber.

The tip of the sword and the tip of the knife are pressed against each other, as if two people's shoulders are pressed against each other.

More than half of the [-]-mile Northern Wei Road has been traveled in this way.

The moonlight is like a tide.

The black armor is like a tide.

All eyes are on these two people.

The Qijiang River runs from west to east, and the more upstream, the more turbulent it is.

Especially at the head of the upper reaches of the river near Xiguan, there are big rivers and waves, and few boaters dare to take risks. If they are accidentally hit by the boat, they will swallow the boat in an instant.

The river is monstrous.

The sword boat is running rampant.

The boatman driving the boat was already frightened and powerless, and dared not row the oars.

The sword boat swayed with the waves in the great river, like rootless duckweed.

The woman was still standing at the bow of the boat, unmoved by wind and rain, with a petite body and a calm and indifferent face.

The boatman said in a crying voice: "Master Layman, the weather is not good today, it is difficult for us to go back now, if we don't turn around, we will really die here."

The woman who was called a layman fell on deaf ears.

She said indifferently: "How long will it take to go ashore?"

The boatman, whose hands and feet were too frightened to row the oars, began to feel remorse in his heart. He regretted that he came to cross the most dangerous place on the Qijiang River because he coveted the woman's expensive ferry fee.

This route is the fastest way to Xiguan.

By water, after landing on the shore, go north all the way, there is almost no obstacle, and it only takes three days at most to reach Tunyi Gorge at the mouth of Xiguan Gorge.

The boatman didn't know why this woman chose to travel in this kind of weather, and went straight from Qiliang to Xiguan in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

At the ferry in the upper reaches of the Beijiang River in Qiliang, now there is only one family, and in December, they cross people with sword boats and earn some hard-earned money.

At that time, I caught a glimpse of the woman with the layman token of Darong Temple on her waist, and coupled with the ten times the price of the ferry she offered, hesitated again and again, and finally agreed to her request to cross the river.

At this moment, the boatman suddenly felt the body of the boat shaking suddenly, the sky was spinning, and when he raised his head, a huge wave smashed down, covering the sky and covering the earth, thinking that this life was over.

Liver and gallbladder split.

The boatman, who was about to tear apart, saw the bow of the boat raised high, and the woman who stood still faced the overwhelming waves, but raised her hand, and the sword energy in her sleeve shook, and she was suppressed and could not overflow.

Do not use sword energy.

Just press your palms slowly.

The general trend is coming.

centered on her

Between heaven and earth mighty.

All peace.

The surging Qijiang River was pushed back by the woman's palm.

Dead silence.

The boatman paled and sat back in the cabin.

He heard the woman's voice say something calmly.

"continue."

He couldn't calm down for a long time, and stared in amazement at Ke Qing, a Buddhist woman with a layman token hanging on her waist.

With trembling hands desperately paddle.

Along the way, the Qijiang River was dead silent.

Unperturbed.

What kind of divine method is this?
A black armor with no end in sight.

When the Snow Fog Forest in Beiyuan was besieged by Senluo Dao, the number of Senluo Dao's spies was no more than three hundred.

The black armor in front of him has broken through at least a thousand.

Jiang Qingyi, who slowly raised his right hand and clenched his fist, looked at the two young men who were still a long way away from him.

About the same age as myself.

"Brother Yi."

Jiang Qingyi said softly: "I thought we would meet again like old friends."

The voice of the man on the horseback was slightly complicated, and he said softly, "I never thought it would be like this today."

His Highness raised the White Flood Flood Sword horizontally and stood shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Buyi's sword.

He smiled and said: "After today, if you are willing to come to Qiliang as our guest in Qingyi, I will definitely not treat you with a black armor."

Jiang Qingyi looked down at the old man in the black robe swaying in the wind and snow, thinking about what he said.

After today?

General Qingjiaru shook his head and said, "There will be no more after today. In front of Liangjia City, two thousand Heijia from the Sixteen Character Battalion have been waiting for you for so long, and I will not be merciful."

Yi Xiao laughed dumbly and said, "There are only two thousand black armors, are you looking down on me?"

Jiang Qingyi shook his head, as if he was the last one who refused to admit defeat before dying.

He was about to let go of the clenched hand.

His Highness suddenly said: "Do you know that it is difficult for me to kill two thousand black armors, but it is extremely easy to take the head of one out of a thousand troops?"

Jiang Qingyi narrowed his eyes.

Yi Xiao said: "Remove the armor, or I will kill you with a sword."

Jiang Qingyi sighed, and said softly: "Yi Xiao, if possible, I really want to make friends with you."

The little majesty was expressionless.

Jiang Qingyi held up that hand, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the ways are different, and we don't conspire with each other."

Armored guards holding shields in the black armor slowly rushed out.

Holding up the black shield, surrounded and engulfed Jiang Qingyi.

The clenched hand was on top of the Kuroshio, slowly lowered.

As a result, the layers of black armor slowly advanced like a tidal wave.

The momentum is extremely majestic.

It is definitely not comparable to Sen Luodao.

Yi Xiao's eyes slowly turned golden.

After he saw the man in the green armor put his hands back, he clasped his hands together and bowed in his direction.

Then retreated calmly, swept to the end of the black armor, and began to supervise the formation change.

Yi Xiao lowered his eyebrows and eyes slowly, the White Flood Dragon Sword was no longer an entity, but turned into sword energy and rolled around, and finally entangled himself.

How to break two thousand armor?

What Ren Pingsheng said in Wuwu Town was good.

Two thousand black armors are enough to kill any ninth-rank expert during the period of the Eight Great Nations.

But now, not necessarily.

Your Highness has seen three of the five evildoers attack, Li Changge and Wang Xuezhai Qingshi, if it were any of the three of them, in the current situation, it is impossible for these two thousand black armors to stop them.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath, his chest puffed up slightly, and the white dragon rolled over his head.

The dome of the eighth-rank realm is no longer locked, revealing a ray of secrets.

Yi Xiao, with more than a dozen embryonic embryos above his head, slowly spread his arms, looked up at the sky, and pulled out the Yuanli absorbed from the holy island from the lotus pond.

Avatar.

No, it should be said that the Demon King is coming.

The pitch-black primordial power, pure to the extreme aura of cultivating demons, permeated from the center of the brows.

The white dragon turns into a black dragon.

Yi Xiao's temperament was completely washed and changed. Under the condition that Zhu Lian's appearance had not been reduced, those golden eyes were quickly submerged by black and white, and became indifferent and ruthless.

The bones of the whole body exploded with crisp sounds like fried soybeans, crackling endlessly.

When Yi Xiao's body stretched out, his aura was as magnificent as a waterfall.

Dragons and snakes bloom together, and lotuses bloom together.

The moment when everything reaches its peak
Boom!
Boom!
Yi Xiao's heart was beating like a war drum, his blood temperature was colder than heavy snow, and his emotions and desires were left behind.

It's for cold blood.

Xiao Buyi looked at the little highness who was a head taller, feeling a little terrified.

Suddenly, it was as if the ear was blown by a strong wind
That figure suddenly disappeared in place!

Then there was a frenzied sound of stomping on the ground like thunder, and the burly figure burst into thunder on the soles of his feet, as fast as thunder, crashing into the black armor with great momentum, and directly smashed out a cloud of blood mist.

Xiao Buyi narrowed his eyes and stared at the fierce and brave figure in the black robe, with one hand he performed Confucianism, and with the other hand he dragged the knife and rushed into the black armor.

The two crashed into two thousand armors.

The momentum is so magnificent.

(End of this chapter)